Heed the Brine song, for the Old Gods have returned, and the world will drown in brine and darkness. On the back of his confrontation with the Crimson King, formerly disgraced Crown sorcerer, Ambrose Drake, is sent to picturesque Port Douglas to investigate a curious emergence. Still reeling from his recent elevation to Regional Director, Drake and his companions are confronted by something ancient and hungry which has clawed its way out of the briny depths. Drake must meet this challenge while struggling to control the powerful Sovereign who resides within his flesh, a Hungerborn being ...

Brent Parthet just wanted to be left alone. A deadly supercommando in the Southwind War, Brent had retired a hero to a wildlife preserve as far from civilization as possible to enjoy the simple life with his wife and young son. But when one of the Southwind, the massive, genetically-engineered slaves who'd rebelled against their human masters, shows up at Brent's door, asking for help from an old enemy, Brent will find out that the war isn't really over. And he may have been fighting for the wrong side.

Atlanta is ground zero for a supernatural invasion. Enter Justin Case, a snarky nerd with all the sex appeal and heroic potential of a potato. That is until he comes into his demonic powers and finds out everybody hates demon spawn. This bundle includes the first three titles in the Overworld Chronicles series: Sweet Blood of Mine, Dark Light of Mine, and Fallen Angel of Mine.

A psychiatrist, Dr. Alistair Marchand lived the life of a recluse in his quaint farmhouse until the mercenaries arrived to kill him. The cultists that hired the killers labeled him an abomination and an affront to God. While the mercenaries had expected a quiet academic, they had no idea who and what he truly was, child of Nephilim and grandson of an angel. As Alistair and his powerful friend, Finn, race to locate his siblings, the cultists begin their endgame.

Always read the fine print. Especially when you’re making a deal with the devil. Because demons are sneaky bastards. That’s how they got me. Well, and the rest of my hometown. A few hours of what I asked for and then we were all dragged to Hell. Luckily, those jokes about lawyers and Hell are pretty accurate. After a lengthy court case downstairs, I’ve been released on Hell’s very first work-release program with a time limit and a quota. All I have to do is hunt down and kill the things that go bump in the night.